April 10, 2011

Last night I had the strangest dream

This needs explanation (or exorcism): Last night I had a really odd dream.

I was stuck in traffic on one of the main roads into Honolulu in a British Racing Green 1979 Triumph Spitfire, a car I actually owned and drove from 1980 through 1985. I had turned left off a side street onto the highway and gotten stuck just past the middle of the intersection, slightly blocking it. I had a pile of library books in the car, all due. Apparently the traffic wasn't going to move, because I got out of the car briefly. It's unclear what I did while I was gone, but I came back and the car was no longer at the end of the line of traffic. It was, in fact, missing altogether.

Somehow I ended up in what looked like an ordinary auto repair shop with car lot attached, sitting across a desk from a guy who looked ordinary enough. He was slender, wearing a polo shirt, and was an older guy with gray hair. I explained that their towing my car was a mistake, and that I wasn't ready to give it up just yet. He kept nodding his head and saying "Fine, fine. Just a few more minutes." Then he got a phone call, got up and told me the car was ready for pickup, and ushered me out the door.

Except the car I was led to was a big old honking bright yellow Mercury Maquis. I objected mightily and was told "No, no, this is your car. See, the keys fit and it starts up and everything." And it did! But then I noticed the Maquis body had actually been fitted directly over the Spitfire's body; I could see the green paint inside the door jambs.

Then I woke up.

So what's it mean, and why didn't I call 911 when the car first disappeared?

Posted by Linkmeister at April 10, 2011 07:52 AM | TrackBack
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